by Okumi Fleepaw
In my mind, in the dark.
Driven by a blackened heart.
Thrives the beast, dies the man.
Shaken by this hellish plan.
Moon shines down like a blind man's eye.
Piercing the stillness, a mournful cry.
Eager fangs, tear the throat.
In the wilds, so remote.
It is I who utters the howl.
Through the moonlit moors I prowl.
Eyes like coals, burning with fires.
Of a thousand dark desires. B
olt your doors, keep a light on the sill.
I eternally thrive for the kill.